He ain’t no squirrel but he’s storing rotten nuts

My husband hasn’t found a meal that he can part with. Like seriously. I opened our refrigerator this morning and found a space filled with containers of food he SWORE he would get around to eating and invariably it spoils.

Somehow, his mind is not  connecting with the receptor in his belly, that it is impossible to eat everything.

He saves my discarded food at restaurants,saying he will have it for lunch or a snack.

Several weeks later, it’s found smushed in the back of the fridge green or some other unhealthy color.

He saves the condiments from restaurants, and if I allowed him, we would have a side door filled with packets of butter, jelly, ketchup and hot sauce.

So in an efffort not to lose my sanity, I go behind him and get rid of anything that is over a week old but when I found the empty container, I was totally over him.

He never quite explained why he continues to store food like a squirrel or like a refugee from a war torn country who doesn’t know where or when the next meal will be.

Lord have mercy… he is going to gasp for air when the opens the fridge tonight because it’s all gone, every outdated bit of it.

Let’s see if he take the hint and eat those pears on the top shelf. A girl can hope right?

I won’t hold my breath.

Dueces and mad love,



About lawfultrainer

Passionate Educator on all things but especially family partnerships. Determined. Driven.

Posted on November 3, 2016, in family, Food industry, Ifestyle, Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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